Poems from sarah623
Seeing past the face, you put on like you have to be ashamed of 'you' . . . .Can't you see you're beautiful
You leave unseen marks of...
Birthdays mark a life of living
a mark that's supposed to be special
the big eight-teen should be exciting
instead I'm crying, because I...
As people we search for
absoulution
We are always trying to find the something or someone
to fill it
We turn to religion
for our answers...
......................................One day my darling child you'll be who you want to be...
You are the shackles to my oppression, more similar to my depression
You say I can't succeed just as it says I can't be free
I am oppressed...